Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Benefit, cost?"

Song Manxi carefully pondered the meaning of these words in the bottom of his heart, but he still couldn't figure out what interests and costs were.

Is the marriage between them because of Grandpa Jun, so in his heart, this is just a price deal?

He wanted everything about Jun's family, so this marriage will pay more attention to him in Grandpa Jun's heart.

Is this where the benefits and costs lie?

She thought for a while, but said with a dull smile, "ha ha... If this marriage can be called a transaction of benefits and costs, it's all his acting, and I'll play with him."

"No matter what he wants or what he pursues, I've been playing with him from beginning to end."

"He wants your family, and I'll play a marriage play with him."

"He wants not to lose face at the party. I'll accompany him to a love play."

"I play with him whatever he wants, because I don't know how I can help him, so I play everything he wants me to do and play."

"In fact, it should be me that should stop. It should be me, not him."

Xu zhe listened to her confused words and didn't pay attention for a moment. He just felt that the relationship was really fucking chaotic.

"Miss Song, you are all acting, aren't you?"

"But..." Song Manxi said again.

Finally, he looked at his wrist watch. It was ten o'clock in the evening during the conversation.

He silently collected the pen on the desk, and could only slow down and say, "Miss Song, the things you did and the young master did in the past have long been in the river of time. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong, but... Since I know that whoever is wrong and can't be changed, I can only correct it."

"Think about it. You can have a good look at those things. There is also a contract during the internship period, which you once asked for."

"I'll come back in two days. I hope you can give me the signed divorce agreement."

"By the way, as for the old man, you don't have to worry. After all, the young master is in charge now."

Now Junlin is in charge, and Junxiao doesn't seem to want to grab the status. It seems that they can't divorce and have no influence at all.

Finally, he picked up his briefcase, bowed in silence, and stepped on his shoes to go outside.

Before opening the door, he was shouted by the people behind him.

"Xu Zhu."

He held the door handle in his hand and didn't look back at the tearful man.

"I have two more questions, the last two."

He lowered his eyes and finally squeezed out two words: "please."

Song Manxi held the stack of documents tightly in his arms, holding the two small red books tightly in his hands.

She tried to take a deep breath and asked the man with her back to her, "what does he... Think of me? He's just an acting pawn, isn't he?"

"Or can you tell me whether he has done something or loved me a little?"

Xu zhe wrung his eyebrows, his face sank, and asked, "others are not here. Is this still very important?"

"It's very important to me." Song Manxi's words were sonorous and powerful.

Xu zhe pursed his lips and gave her a sentence: "love or not, can't you feel it yourself?"

In a word, it completely poked at the bottom of song Manxi's heart. His eyes suddenly turned red and tears rolled down.